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Song Lyrics: Anarchic Mind

“(VERSE 1)

Growing up I had no guide

There was no one to teach me about my role

I kinda did what I wanted

I kinda was who I wanted

With no limits or social rules

Being part of the marginalised had its advantages

Hardly anyone cares enough to police you

I kinda created my own morality

I kinda shaped my view on morality

Without pressure or lectures

But, at some point, people got involved

My wings were cut off to push me into a box

I kinda felt like a prisoner of others’ desires

I kinda thought it was the end of my own desires

Which were in trouble and in danger

(PRE-CHORUS)

Those people started to be like

Clean this, clean that

Learn to do this for your future man

Cook this, cook that

Learn to serve the man of the house

Fix this, fix that

You are a girl, it is your task

Do this, do that

You are old enough, even if you are still a child

(CHORUS)

I’m sorry, that’s not gonna happen

And your expectations don’t matter

I don’t care about catering to men

I just want to be for myself

Changing for others is not in my plans

Where were others while I was suffering alone?

Don’t wanna limit myself to rise someone else’s ego

I’m not a slave or a puppet

My mind is filled with dreams and goals

Marriage, being a housewife and kids are not in those

Things might change, I’m still young

But, please let me live

Teach me to be responsible, but also carefree

Teach me to be mature, but also dreamy

Oh oh oh

My anarchic mind won’t allow this

Oh oh oh

My mind is too anarchic for this

(VERSE 2)

Soon depression came

My brain was lost and my heart broke

I kinda was confused about everything

I kinda felt angry about everything

With a lot of resentment and sorrow

Forced into the mainstream

Into what was expected of a black female teen

I kinda thought they were right

I kinda didn’t want to prove them right

Without keeping my pride and arrogance

Yet suddenly I saw the light

That showed me the path to being strong and wild

I kinda went through a resurrection

I kinda reinvented myself through resurrection

Which motivated me and opened my eyes

(PRE-CHORUS)

Those people were still like

Clean this, clean that

Learn to do this for your future man

Cook this, cook that

Learn to serve the man of the house

Fix this, fix that

You are a girl, it is your task

Do this, do that

You are old enough, even if you are still a child

(CHORUS)

I’m sorry, that’s not gonna happen

And your expectations don’t matter

I don’t care about catering to men

I just want to be for myself

Changing for others is not in my plans

Where were others while I was suffering alone

Don’t wanna limit myself to rise someone else’s ego

I’m not a slave or a puppet

My mind is filled with dreams and goals

Marriage, being a housewife and kids are not in those

Things might change, I’m still young

But, please let me live

Teach me to be responsible, but also carefree

Teach me to be mature, but also dreamy

Oh oh oh

My anarchic mind won’t allow this

Oh oh oh

My mind is too anarchic for this

(BRIDGE)

From every bad experience

You can learn a lesson

I learnt many

From the one in this song

One, there are no designed life paths

Two, there are no rules on how to be a girl

Three, arrogance is sometimes necessary

Four, arrogance is still problematic

Five, you can fake who you are if under pressure

Six, you can fake who you are till you crack

Seven, sacrifice comes at a huge cost

Eight, sacrifice is sometimes worth it and others not

 (CHORUS)

I’m sorry, that’s not gonna happen

And your expectations don’t matter

I don’t care about catering to men

I just want to be for myself

Changing for others is not in my plans

Where were others while I was suffering alone

Don’t wanna limit myself to rise someone else’s ego

I’m not a slave or a puppet

My mind is filled with dreams and goals

Marriage, being a housewife and kids are not in those

Things might change, I’m still young

But, please let me live

Teach me to be responsible, but also carefree

Teach me to be mature, but also dreamy

Oh oh oh

My anarchic mind won’t allow this

Oh oh oh

My mind is too anarchic for this

Oh oh oh

My anarchic mind won’t allow this

Oh oh oh

My mind is too anarchic for this”

 

By Emilie F. Yaakaar

All Rights Reserved © 2016

 

 

 

 

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Love and Bitterness

“I’m starting to believe I don’t truly love most people in my life. I don’t know. Maybe the problem is that I can’t recognise love.  Most “love” I have received in my life has been a disguise for manipulation and interest. I used to call it “conditional love”, but I have now realise it isn’t even that. Anyways, sometimes I think most acts of “love” I carry out are due to a weird sense of responsibility and to avoid possible feelings of guilt. I always say I’m not as nice as many ~claim~: although I help others a lot, my mind is not a loving place at all. Moreover, I don’t think I help because of niceness… I think it is because of my morality. I do it because it is the right thing to do, not because I want to do it.

In fact, I hate when people call me ‘nice’. My so-called kindness, softness and peacefulness are for consumption of everyone but me. Everyone knows I’m soft and I hate conflict, I give in or forgive, so I always get played in the worst ways. “You are so kind and loving,” people say, while they treat me like trash. And the moment I stand up for myself, the world ends. I become too arrogant, too stubborn, too vile. “You are too young to be so bitter,” they say, while I’m also too young to experience everything they have put me through. “You will never date with that attitude”, they say, not realising 1) I don’t care 2) that’s the point. “You need to be less disobedient”, they say, as if being submissive and following imaginary rules for 20 year has gotten me anywhere but to despair.

To be honest, I must admit that I prefer being called “bitter” over “nice”: it is a more accurate adjective for who I want to be seen as. I hate being soft and empathetic. Not only I am overly sensitive, but I’m also overly stupid and overly submissive. Always trying to care about others’ feelings, always looking like a fool, always trying to please everyone. I’m tired of being manipulated. Yet, I know I can’t truly change who I am. But I can make sure I’m perceived as a bitter person, so people don’t get close at all and I stay alone with my mind and thoughts.”

Song Lyrics: Paper Planes

“(VERSE 1)

My life is definitely falling down

This is the worst day of the year

Which was already being awful

To the point in which I’m no longer hopeful

 

My siblings are here around me

While she keeps ranting

She has been going on the whole day

I don’t she will stop today

 

(CHORUS)

Building paper planes

We try to get away

From the mean words

That in the air get lost

 

Building paper planes

We all feel innocent

Ignoring all the lies

That are ruining our lives

 

Building paper planes

We stick together

Defending each other

Standing up against terror

 

(VERSE 2)

The shouts don’t end

They are driving us crazy

All we want is peace

Nobody deserves this

 

At least today

She is controlling herself

Tomorrow will be different

I don’t know how we will protect ourselves

 

(CHORUS)

Building paper planes

We try to get away

From the mean words

That in the air get lost

 

Building paper planes

We all feel innocent

Ignoring all the lies

That are ruining our lives

 

Building paper planes

We stick together

Defending each other

Standing up against terror

 

(BRIDGE)

Wish these planes weren’t just paper

Why can’t they fly us away?

This environment is too lethal

It has poisoned our heart and brains

 

We are silent sufferers

Yet we aren’t unique in this world

So many children living like us

The world is a cruel place sometimes

 

(VERSE 3)

 

I wish we could all fly away

Away, away

But all we can do is stay, stay

Building paper planes

 

I wish we could all fly away

Away, away

But all we can do is stay, stay

Building paper planes”

 

By Emilie H. Featherington

All Rights Reserved © 2016

 

 

 

 

POEM: The Second Closest Place To A Home

“Entering in it

Feels like ascending into heaven

You sense the calmness

And lose yourself in the silence

 

In a faraway hidden corner

Your next favourite adventures

Await to be unravelled and discovered

Full of characters that will shape

Who you are and how you will change

 

When you walk between shelves

Beautiful covers compete for your attention

But the unspoken bewitching words

Written on the back of those pieces of art

Are the ones who really scream your name

While captivating your brain

And without doubt, the most relatable words

Always win the game

 

The place is like a school

Where distant authors are the best teachers,

The best dreamers, the best preachers

They build a bridge

Between the untold and the willingness to know

They even spark creativity in learners

Who then decide to become in charge

Of new anecdotes to share and write

 

Yet, the best thing about

These wonderful spaces

Is that they tend to be open

To underprivileged faces

Offering free wisdom to those who are shamed

For using services that are important

To educate, empower and don’t remain unnamed

 

The underprivileged may not keep the book forever

But they retain the essence of what they learned

The warm words that touched their hearts

Remain in their minds till the end of their days

 

Hours go by

Yet you keep cancelling a goodbye

Outside a storm looms

Outside there aren’t angels

That keep the devil away from your life

You want to stay inside forever

Where you can think of a world

Without misery and with more hope

 

But then you remember

Everything books taught you

About how to embrace yourself

How to be brave and survive

How to be optimistic while living a lie

How to smile even when you want to cry

 

Defiant, you stand up and pick your new friend

You ask for permission to take it away

Promising it will be returned

Once it has done its temporary mission

Of making you grow

And of making you feel less alone”

 

-Written in honour of World Book Day, highlighting the important role of libraries in promoting reading, well-being and helping to create writers like myself,

 

By Emilie H. Featherington

All Rights Reserved © 2016

Heartbreak, Feminism & Pride

Here come three quotes. Enjoy them; they belong to my favourite books and my favourite authors.

“I have not broken your heart, you have broken it and in breaking it, you have broken mine.” –Wuthering Heights (Book)
This phrase is said by Heathcliff when Catherine is about to die. I actually agree with him. To me, in the story, Catherine was the monster while Heathcliff was the sufferer. Well, they both suffered, but it was Catherine’s fault. She followed expectations and not her heart, and left Heathcliff heartbroken. Then he, hurt, turned evil. Damn Cathy, why? I cry everytime. When making the decision of marrying another man, she broke her own heart and Heathcliff’s one at the same time. Despite the sad ending, to me this story is true love. An impossible true love due to society’s classes and family pressures. But it will forever be the love. Just remember: your decisions affect other ones.
 
“I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.” – Pride and Prejudice (Book)
I have never ever read about two lovers more stubborn than Elizabeth and Darcy. Literally. They are unique in their specie. Elizabeth thinks Darcy is arrogant, which is true. But she is also arrogant. Yet I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. I understand their personalities, including their arrogance, and I adore them. This phrase said by Elizabeth just makes me laugh. God, reading this while shipping the main characters is just so hard. I bit my nails from when they met to when they decided they were going to marry. Their conversations where just full of sarcasm. Mortifying each other. And I love this. Darcy and Elizabeth are the type of lovers I want my future husband and me to be. Love is not easy, and this book shows it.
 
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will.” – Jane Eyre (Book)
Jane says this to Mr. Rochester after she discovers he has already a wife when they are about to marry. Jane, since she was little, she wanted to be independent, even if being independent for a woman in those times was harsh and difficult. This book was kind of controversial in its publication date (XIX century) because it contained an oppressed element back then: feminism in its more pure state. Jane represents the portrayal of a young woman who survives by herself despite all the problems in her life. This quote just demonstrates it. I admire you Jane. Now and ever. Yes, you are free and you deserve to be independent.